The roughness and force he used to finger fuck me was amazing. For that moment, he owned my pussy. (Long story) [MF] + [M]

(I never realized that this experience and the other one from college that I posted were similar until I wrote this out. I hope that doesn’t disappoint.)

About a year, or so, after Shawn I still hadn’t gotten another boyfriend. I had friends with some lovely benefits, but nothing serious. I decided that I didn’t want another relationship and just wanted to be by myself for a while. I never had trouble finding someone to hook up with and if the session was good enough, I’d keep them around as someone to fuck when I felt like it.

So, one of my FWB (We’ll call him Tom) and I were going out one weekend night. Tom was a little more unpredictable than most of my other guys. I went out with him whenever I was in a particularly risky mood. He had fucked me everywhere from the bedroom to the roof of a supermarket that neither of us worked at. His hands would roam all over my body right in the middle of wherever he got the notion.

On this particular night I met him at his dorm room. His roommate was there (we’ll call him Jerry) and we all sat around and started to get a few drinks in us. Being college kids, we weren’t loaded and usually started by drinking before we went out and bought just enough drinks in the bars to maintain.

“So what are you going to do tonight?” I asked Jerry.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll just hop around and see if I can find a girl to get into trouble with,” he replied. Jerry was a decent enough guy. He was cute but not handsome. His general attitude was fun and likable. He and I had done some serious flirting when Tom and I first started hanging around, but Tom asked me to stop. He said it would be weird knowing he was fucking the same girl as his roommate. Jerry was aware and backed off.

“That shouldn’t be too hard, this town is full of sluts.”

“Not as many as I’d like. It’s been almost two months since the last girl. I feel like my balls are going to explode,” he quipped.

“Well, that’s all I need to know about your balls,” Tom joked. “Let’s go down to Laketown and see what’s happening, hon.”

Laketown was an easy going bar. It was a bit of a dive, but the drinks were cheap and the owner was cool. It usually had a sizable crowd of college kids on the weekends with equal shares of dancers, drinkers, and guys with too much testosterone.

When we got there it was still a little early, so the crowd hadn’t gotten to it’s weekend level but was still decent. We started to make our way towards the bar. There’s something about walking through a crowd that usually gets me going. Walking by random people and having my breasts and ass rub against them is exhilarating. I had worn a bra that didn’t have any padding that night, so my nipples could feel it all (happy accident). By the time we got to the bar my nipples were rock hard and I’m sure my pussy was a little more damp than when we walked in.

“The usual?’ Tom asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

After a few minutes I had a scotch on the rocks in my hand and was scanning the crowd to see if any of my friends were there.

“I don’t see anyone I know. Do you?”

Tom looked around and said, “Nah, but that’s alright.”

We stood there next to the bar and talked over the music until we had finished our drinks. As soon as I set my empty glass hit the bar, Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor.

I have never been into whatever dance music was popular at the time. I usually gravitate towards edgier rock or punk. However, when I’m in the mood to dance, I don’t really care. The beat pulsed through the crowd as the music played rather loudly. I could feel it in my chest. My body started to move along with the rhythm as I began to lose myself in it.

I had that perfect amount of alcohol in me so I was able to cut loose but not be totally out of control. Tom had moved around behind me and started pressing up against my ass. I began to push back into him and slowly ride my ass up and down his crotch. I could feel his cock go from soft to hard as I worked it’s bulge with my asscheeks. His excitement became evident in his hands as they started to roam around my body.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me even harder against his cock. I continued to press into him and ride my ass up and down the shaft of his now rock hard dick. I could feel it spread my cheeks open and ride deep in the crease of my ass. The feeling of being dry ass humped on the dance floor was further intoxicating. His hands then moved up my sides and reached around in front to cup my breasts. He quickly located my super sensitive nipples and gently squeezed and twisted them erect.

We continued dancing like this, with his hands alternating between my hips as he thrusted hard against my ass and up to my breasts to tease my aching nipples. After a while of this the dance floor had become more crowded. This only emboldened my lover more as he soon moved his hands past my hips to the edge of the skirt I was wearing. He reached forward with both hands down to just above my knees and started to slide his hands up the insides of my thighs. He was raising my skirt up as he went, but I no longer cared. I was yearning to be touched and wasn’t too concerned who might see.

When his hands finally reached my pussy, he found out that I wasn’t wearing any panties. “Dirty Girl,” he said over the pounding of the music. He placed a finger from each hand at the top of my slit and slid them down along the length of my lips, slowly spreading me open. I could feel the cool air on my wet pussy as he exposed me. His fingers continued to slide up and down my slit, staying a little longer at the top by my clit. He leaned further forward to be able to slide his fingers into me as he traced them down the length of my pussy.

He had me bent forward at about a 45 degree angle as he finger fucked me on the dance floor. My ass was pressed firmly against his cock and the motion generated by my bouncing and his finger fucking me made it feel like he was literally trying to fuck me through his jeans.

Being bent like that had another benefit. The dance floor was wall to wall people at this point. When he bent me forward, it pressed my tits right into the back of some guy. He was dancing along to the beat of the song and my nipples (which were again rock hard) were sliding up and down his back. He had to know what was pressed against him, because he never tried to pull away. Had he turned around, he would have gotten quite a show.

I didn’t last long like this until I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around to Tom and told him he was going to have to either fuck me right there on the dance floor or take me back to his room.
He said “OK” and began to undo his pants. I honestly believe he would have tried to do it right there had I not stopped him. Like I said, he was the unpredictable one.

I grabbed his hand and told him he was fucking crazy as I led him off the dance floor. We made a stop at the bar and I ordered us each a couple shots for the road, not wanting to lose my wonderful buzz.

By the time we got to his room it was still early by bar hopping standards and we found that Jerry had not yet returned from quest to get laid.

We quickly stripped and I had him lay down in bed. I reached down and slowly stroked his cock.

“What should I do with this?” I asked.

“Put it in your mouth,” was his reply.

I got on my knees (he just had a boxspring and mattress on the floor) and leaned over to take him in my mouth. I could taste his precum mixed with a little sweat as I started sucking his cock. I love the taste of a “dirty” cock, whether it’s from being in my pussy, or sweaty, or whatever. I’m not talking about hasn’t-been-washed-in-three-days cock. I mean dirty for a good reason. Tonight’s activities thus far were a good reason. The salty taste of sweat and the sweet taste of his precum were perfect. I slid my mouth down the length of his cock to the base to get every bit of his taste in my mouth. I continued going up and down his shaft with my mouth pausing slightly at the top to work his head with my tongue.

“I want you on top,” he moaned.

“You want me to climb aboard?” I teased.

He just reached over and grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me on top of him. As soon as I got my legs spread and over his hips, he thrust forward and buried his cock deep inside me. He had some of the best aim with that thing. The feeling of going from empty to full instantly like that was too much. Between all the foreplay and this sudden feeling of having his cock in me, I came. It rushed over me and made me moan like a whore. He understood what was happening and just pressed in deeper and pulled back with very short but determined strokes. This drew out my orgasm and made it last twice as long. He was good.

After my orgasm had finished, I started riding him like a cowgirl on a bull. I was raising my hips and slamming back down on him hard. I loved the feeling of being in control and doing the fucking.

I could feel another orgasm just at the beginning stages and that’s about where it stopped. I heard him grunt twice and then I could feel his cock pulse as he let loose a large load deep in my pussy. I love the feeling of a man cumming inside me, but with Tom, it meant the session was over. I gyrated my hips as I let his orgasm finish and then slid off of him onto the side of the bed. His bed was only a twin size, which meant that we basically slept on top of each other, but at that point neither of us cared. We drifted off to sleep, forgetting to pull the covers over us.

I woke with this feeling that something wasn’t right. I didn’t move, since I wasn’t sure what the feeling was about. I slowly opened my eyes just a touch to see a dark shape standing over me. The light from the street lamp was the only light in the room, so it took me a second to figure out what was going on.

Jerry was standing over my naked body with his dick in his hand. He was slowly stroking it. He would spend a little extra time at the head and do this little swirl motion, something I had never seen before but a tactic I was going to use in the future.

It couldn’t have been too much later because I was still feeling buzzed. When I realized I wasn’t in any danger I opened my eyes fully. A couple seconds later his stroking stopped. He knew I was awake. He looked as if he were going to shit his pants (if he had had any on, that is). It looked like he was about to step away. I didn’t want that to happen, so I gently reached out my arm (trying not to move much since I was laying sort of sideways on Tom and didn’t want to wake him) and placed my hand on his thigh. He got the hint and resumed his stroking.

I really don’t know why I was going along with it. I guess I was horny from that orgasm that never was. That, and the lovely buzz I still had going.

Tom was on his back hogging most of the bed. His position left me with about a foot of the mattress to lay on, which meant I was on my left side slightly leaned back against his arm.

I assume Jerry had a few drinks in him as well because he was abnormally bold. Not only was he standing above me staring at my nakedness while I slept and jerking off, but now he reached down and started playing with my right breast. I have to say, even though we had flirted in the past, this was way more than I would have ever expected from him. However, I made no move to stop him. I enjoyed the touch of his rough hand on my breast. He slid his palm all around making my nipple harden. He then pinched it and slowly twisted back and forth. Like I’ve said, I love my nipples to be played with. I was getting right back to being very horny.

I ever so gently raised my knee, so as not to wake Sleeping Beauty, and cocked my leg out. Jerry was not a dumb guy. He immediately knew what I wanted. His hand traced down my stomach and reached for my mound. His fingers began to explore the outside of my pussy. His touch was electric. I could hear the wet sounds of his fingers running up and down my slit (probably a mix of my juice and Tom’s cum). He quickly pressed two fingers into me, not exactly gently. The roughness and force he used to finger fuck me was amazing. For that moment, he owned my pussy. It was his to do with what he wanted. The sense of being used was thrilling. My orgasm was beginning to build and my pussy took over my thought processes.

I wrapped my hand around Jerry’s knee and pulled downward. He again read me like a book and did exactly what I was trying to convey. He knelt down and placed the head of his cock on the lips of my mouth. I opened up and he slowly fed me his cock. I wasn’t able to bob my head like I normally would because of Tom. It didn’t matter to Jerry. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He never once missed a beat with his fingers. He continued to slide them in and out of me as well, sometimes matching the pace of his member sliding in my mouth.

The feeling of being a dirty slut was amazing. Here I was laying half on a guy I had just fucked not too long ago being finger fucked and fed cock by another man. I was very close to losing it again when I felt Jerry’s cock explode in my mouth. That was all it took. My pussy clamped down on his fingers in an outstanding orgasm as my mouth clamped onto his cock so I wouldn’t lose any of his seed. He continued to pump his cock into my mouth as spirt after spirt of cum let loose into my throat. I had to swallow more than once to keep from choking on his gallons of sperm.

As both of our orgasms began to finish, Jerry started pulling back on his cock. I gave it one final suck as it retreated. He continued to play with my pussy for a few moments before he finally went over to his bed and laid down.

I woke up before both of them and got dressed and went home. I never told Tom anything about what Jerry had done to me and assume he never did either. Jerry and I never said a word to each other about it nor did we ever have sex again. I continued to fuck Tom once in a while and whenever I slept over at his place, I would make sure the covers were never placed quite right. I wonder if Jerry ever stood over me again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6w40v1/the_roughness_and_force_he_used_to_finger_fuck_me